ACTION;

A) ever wonder what a thoroughly enraged chiropteran sounds like? well, fortunate people walking on Bunker Street, today is your lucky day! they sound similar to this and everyone within immediate earshot as well as those with sensitive or hypersonic hearing will be treated to it way too early in the morning. it might even be accompanied by a nice shower of glass depending on how close to 767 you are!

and you’re even more fortunate, housemates!! not only do you get all of the above, but you also get some hideously loud stomping noises (or is that the sound of heavy things being tipped...) and a small curse storm before Charles emerges from his room and makes a determined beeline to the stairs, leaving broken doors in his wake.

B) once out the door he’ll be heading to Beaver Street. 1762 is still a house he keeps tabs on due to Vietnam’s drone, but today he isn’t there to check on her. he’s looking for another person that used to live in that house, one who was droned much earlier than she was. and if he can’t see him through one of the windows there? he’ll be checking the windows of all the surrounding houses just in case.

C) after confirming that not even Riku's drone remains on his old street, Charles has taken to wandering aimlessly for a few hours. he can be found doing anything from listlessly picking through the selection in the library to sitting on a bench in the park and staring at nothing in particular to just walking, and he definitely isn’t paying attention to where he's going, so god help anyone he bumps into. having to deal with a sour attitude will be the least of their worries.]

[ooc; choosing option c might result in some unpleasant and possibly violent encounters, so please leave a note in the subject line stating whether or not you're okay with injuries or fights and to what extent. ;u; thanks!]

PHONE (public);

[the first words spoken are in French. it’s measured-sounding, clearly a recitation or something being read aloud.]  Ask, and it shall be given you; seek; and you shall find; knock and it shall be opened unto you. For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened. [the sound of pages being turned. there’s a small, irritated sigh, and the speaker switches back to English.] 

Therefore, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.  ...Hm.  What a joke.

ACTION;

A) Charles is standing in front of the Church of Salvation, bible in hand. Though he’s passed by it a few times by now, he’s never felt an urge to explore the interior and this is the first time he’s so much as walked up the steps. He seems somewhat hesitant to enter, though, looking bitter and lost in thought.

B) Deciding that the park is a much nicer place to mope, he can be found resting beneath one of the trees, standing at the edge of the pond or lounging around on a bench. Horace/William/Droolbeast tagged along and can be found there too, lolloping around and scaring off drones. Every so often it’ll amble back to Charles, who tosses something at it to munch on. That something may or may not be vaguely limb-shaped...

C) After buying as many classical records from the record store as he could find, he’s taken it upon himself to stop directly outside of the door, spreading the assortment out across the whole sidewalk to look through it for a few particular albums. Oh, you need to get past? Too bad, he is taking his sweet time.

( ♞Collapse )

PHONE (filtered to Saya);

I need to speak with you.

PHONE (public);

Can anyone name the owner of the tractor cattle in the park? [it'd be polite to ask them before snatching a large quantity, right? and he'll need a large quantity, which brings him to his second question:] -And is anyone aware of a place that sells meat in bulk, butcher shop aside?

ACTION;
A) anyone walking by 767 Bunker Street will hear the sound of chains rattling from the backyard. go on, take a peek! it's probably an adorable puppy, bored to death on the other side of the fence and just waiting for someone to come play with it! ... or it's a giant drooling hellbeast with its face pressed against the gate. this is what you get for walking on his lawn, whippersnappers.

B) since his new regain has been cooped up in the backyard for days while he sulked in the house, he's finally taking it on a walk in the hopes that it'll shut up, as its constant hypersonic screeching is starting to give him a headache. things are going well! that is, until it catches the scent of a particularly tasty drone and immediately zips off in that direction. anyone nearby might want to watch out, it is a very clumsy droolbeast and Charles is in no great hurry to catch it.]

[Mayfield's just a goldmine of fun new experiences, isn't it?  really, there's nothing quite like dragging yourself home after being shot only to find the brained remains of your not!dad all over the living room.  it's a gruesome sight, and while he's witnessed far worse it still leaves him feeling unsettled and angry.  after sloppily taping gauze over his leg as a makeshift pressure bandage, his first order of business is to move the body. ...or that would be the case if his attempts at moving it didn't fail so miserably and only result in more of a mess thanks to his current state. he quickly discards the idea and tries to clean up as much brain matter and blood as he can instead, first draping a piece of fabric over Hong Kong’s face (or what’s left of it) and moving the bloodied bat he found nearby to the yard. 

when he finally gets around to picking up the phone, he sounds bitter and impatient, though there’s an undertone of something else – exhaustion, maybe. human bodies aren't cut out for this kind of thing and dizziness from blood loss is starting to overtake the dull pain of his headache.]

phone;

I need to speak with someone who has the medical skill and equipment necessary to handle bullet wounds.  [a pause, followed by the click of buttons as he filters his next message. he respects Hong Kong enough to keep news of his death off the phonelines, but there are still people who need to be notified.]

phone; [filtered to Hong Kong’s family]

...Hong Kong is dead. I’ve done what I can, but I'm unable to move his body to a more appropriate location and require assistance.  If you choose to help, be warned that his killer was not humane.

[they say hindsight is 20/20 and now that he can look back on it, he sees that letting his guard down was a big mistake. a lot of good that does him now that Diva’s already been droned, which takes the situation from his hands entirely.

at least there’s the hope that it will be a short one; he’s not willing to accept that it might be permanent because the idea of being left without her again is simply too difficult to swallow. if he treats it as something temporary then he can handle it, and Diva is still Diva even when droned which is enough to keep him busy until she returns.   a knight can’t just leave his queen to wander as she had been when he spotted her outside of the school, after all, and he’s still driven to keep her safe despite the ill feeling he gets when he looks at her.

action;

A) having no idea how to handle Diva’s drone now that he has her, he’s taken to tugging her along with him while he runs errands. outside of the bakery, in the grocery store - he can be found just about anywhere, looking progressively more sickened by the drone’s confusion as he goes.

B) no light is safe today. after dropping Diva off at his house (read: locking her in the master bedroom), he has taken to the streets and is removing every light bulb he can find on public and private property alike.  though it was passed off as an April Fool’s joke, he isn’t willing to take the generator lightly.

C) the park can be unsettling at night, as anyone walking through it now may find. stretching from the sidewalk to the bench Charles is perched on is a messy trail that shines red under light, and his normally spotless shirt bears quite a stain as well.  it’s been a long day, you know, and even monsters feel stress. call it comfort eating.]

[between the attack on the dairy, Vietnam’s droning, and the ensuing confusion, Charles has made himself scarce. seclusion can be a blessing and he’s taken full advantage of that, rarely leaving his bedroom for a while. in fact, he doesn’t seem to exit the house at all, save a short trip to the park to talk with Lucy and an hour during the night in which he leaves and returns in silence, his worn face and still-damp cheeks the only hint as to where he had gone.

by the morning, however, he seems relatively composed – in a good mood, even!  he's smiling more than he has in a while at least, and smiling is always a good sign, right?

having decided to poke around the post-milkman town a bit more, he can be found:

A) peering into the giant crater where the dairy once stood. his expression shifts from bland curiosity to irritation to frustration; he can’t quite decide how to feel about these new developments. occasionally he’ll pick up a bit of rubble or rock nearby and chuck it into the crater, leaning forward to try to catch any noise it might make on its way down

or

B) perched on a particularly large bit of ruined milk mech, taking a break from his investigation. he’s absentmindedly toying with a piece of burnt metal from the wreckage and muttering something to himself. if you walk closer you’ll find it sounds like a measured recitation – those familiar with Shakespeare will recognise it as Hamlet’s soliloquy.]